English class was always great. I'm good at it, my grades are perfectly fine, and I don't even have to actively take part in every lesson because I'm just talented at it and the teacher knew so. I've always looked forward to it.
And now, it reminds me of something bad. English exams scare me. Not because they are hard. Not because I struggle with exams. Not because I did bad.
But because the pure thought of it reminded me of London.
And London was a fieldtrip you could call a living nightmare.
